"Oh, Martin," she giggled when their lips finally parted. "You're a naughty man." Don't you want me to be naughty?" Of course I do," grinned Kim, enjo...ing the way he was lightly stroking her erect nipples. "I only like naughty men."Thinking how deliciously horny the girl was, Martin cupped one of her firm young tits in his hand and began rolling her swollen titty-bud between his fingers."That's more like it," she softly whispered."You really like it when men play with your tits, don't you?" he. Though he knew neither of the girls were practicing members of any religion.A choice of hobby that seemed exceptionally fitting: the brunette had a lovely voice, low and rich –mellifluous, that was the word-, flowing like honey whenever she spoke about something she was familiar or comfortable with. "That's incredibly cool that you're able to do that for people who need it the most." She flushed in pleasure with the compliment, a dusky rose shade that deepened when he continued, "Any chance you. With a little too much Chablis, I accepted his offer for a drive in his new convertible. We drove along the starlit seas somewhat apprehensively until he parked in a remote overlook and nervously offered a kiss. It was tolerable, but when I looked over his thin frame, freckle speckled face, and thick black rimmed glasses; I knew it would take an act of divine intervention to pass first base and feigned nausea. Although he graciously accepted my apology, he never called again. By my junior. I went back to my room, had a shower, changed clothes and decided to have a late lunch. Just as I left my room my phone rang again, it was Sandman.Sandman apologised for taking so long but work came first as he had just made detective. I must say it seemed awful quick to have made detective but then again he was well trained. I asked Sandman if he was free, he laughed and said he had just finished work so we decided to meet at a local bar.I got to the bar and found out it was the local cop.